Monday, December 21, 2009

Communication schkommunication

On Sunday, yesterday, it was my 31st birthday. Now, I've always gotten shortchanged in every birthday-turn as long as I can remember on account of that Jesus-fella hogging all of the attention around this time of year (no one ever gave me myrrh, or even Body Shop scent), so I haven't really paid that much attention to my birthday, apart from that milestone-ish 30, in years.

But as luck would have it (how? why? what luck? I don't understand.) we had dinner plans for Saturday night. With some lovely folks, namely our golf coach and his girlfriend. After a rocky start of me thoroughly sucking at golf for months and him telling me just that on a weekly basis (though in diplomatic ways) we have recently bonded over our love for proper tequila. And drinking lots of it. Often.

And what could be better on one's birthday than an hours-long conversation about golf, all of its aspects including the value of an athlete and in what universe would the amount of women he has slept with affect his backswing (we mused about Clinton even) over two bottles of Kanonkop Pinotage 2007?

Really. Practically nothing.

Apart from a sideshow provided by the exciting rapport between I and the waiter - Anthony.

"Anything to drink?" says the man with an impressive head of braids.

"Yes, I'd like a bottle of sparkling water while I look at the wine list, thanks," I begin.

Anthony looks at me blankly: "Sparkling wine?"

"No, sparkling water. Water.... WAH-DER," I spell the word out, as the golf coach's girlfriend chimes in with a far more South African accent.

Anthony looks at the golf coach pleadingly, while the Hubby stifles a giggle and coughs loudly in his hand instead.

"Water," says the coach calmly while he too suppresses a smirk, "and do you have any tequila?"

Anthony lets out a thankful sigh: "Yes man, gold and silver?"

"But what kind?" I demand.

"Gold... and silver...?" answers Anthony pleadingly to the coach.

"No, I mean what brand? The brand?" I enunciate, and make a sign with my hands that to me expertly signifies the, admittedly rather abstract, concept of 'brand', but what to Anthony probably looks like I'm threatening to slit the throat of his pet turtle, or possibly asking for a ride to downtown.

"BRAND," I try louder, and without gestures. Maybe it's a question of volume?

Anthony looks scared.

He looks at the coach: "Man, you're going to have to help me with the accent."

"Now, that's just unfair," I exclaim to the table, "I know my accent's not South African, but at least it's generic American."

Anthony turns to look at me and smiles: "Thanks very much. I really appreciate that!" and with that he is gone.

We had no tequila that night. Neither gold nor silver.


I have no other pictures of cake. And none of Anthony, which is a crying shame.  

10 comments:

monica said...

Anthony is surly hilarious.One of a kind really. It's not everyday that bump into such people.
Belated Birthday Wishes!!
I too have this grudge of Birthday being overlooked by X'mas Cheer. I Do feel ignored like a BaBY!!

Tina said...

A fun night out! My birthday is the tenth and it was a landmark one this year. 40 and unashamed!
Happy birthday to all the December birthday people!

Tonia said...

Happy birthday! Understanding your pain about it being so close to Christmas: family members who shall remain nameless (for 2 days) have theirs on the 23rd! I blame the parents.
Love the waiter story.

Ellie said...

Happy birthday... and congratulations on being able to sustain life in a place where you cannot order tequila. That's tragic.

Kaotic said...

That was a fun story, and a good way to mark your big day. Happy belated birthday.

Angelina said...

Happy belated Birthday!!!

Keagan said...

Happy Birthday...and you should have told Anthony that his accent was equally difficult to understand. That S.A. accent can be a toughy to figure out...

caroldiane said...

Happy beleated birthday greetings - I hope that you discovered a bottle of tequila somewhere... I can just imagine what the waiter said back in the kitchen to the fellow servers!!

My name is Erin. said...

Happy Birthday. I'm older than you by a good six months. That's my birthday gift to you. My being older. I really hope you like it. I thought about it for a long time and I wasn't sure if it was YOU or not, but I know I would like it if you gave it to me, so there you go. I'm older than you. Happy Birthday! XO

Oh, and my generic American accent is starting to sound a bit mid-Westernish and this scares me a little bit. "About" isn't quite "Aboot" but sometimes it's pretty close. *whispers* What's happening to me?

Erin P said...

Sympathies on your birthday being so close to Christmas. My husband's is 3 days after it. However, he never felt bad about it because his brother's was the following week, one day off his mother's. Birthdays just weren't big in his family, and they celebrated all 3 the same day. You must have a non-Christmas sibling to compare your b-day to--
Anyway, happy birthday, and if you were here, I'd give you a present wrapped in NON-Christmas paper. ;-)